Catherine Parr Novels & Stories

the woman whispered, stepping closer until Ophelia could see the deep lines of grief etched into her face. “It’s a map. Catherine found a ledger inside this mountain... a ledger that proved the Yates fortune didn’t start with hard work. It started with a theft from the Sterlings that should have started a war.” The woman reached into her coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. It looked identical to the one Ophelia used for her designs. “Catherine was the first Architect,” the woman said, her voice breaking. “She wasn’t just a geologist. She was the one who designed the security for the Yates vaults. She knew every secret, every back door, and every lie. And when she tried to take t

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

"You forced me. You aren't asking my permission to live here," The woman laughed in my surprise again. "I'm sorry for my husband's attitude. Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Jasmine. And I'm his wife," "She's the Queen Luna of this pack," the Alpha King told me. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. As if I'm interested to know them. "What's for dinner today?" "Oh, I prepared a special dinner for us. Good thing I cooked extra, just right for... what's your name?" His wife asked me.

Chad whispered, bringing his head slightly closer to Catherine’s face. “Huh, don’t you already know my name? Since Damian called me earlier, didn’t you hear?” Catherine replied curtly. “I heard, but I’d prefer to hear it from yourself. Tell me what’s your name Miss?” “Catherine, I am Catherine Windsor. Now that I’ve said my name, why don’t you let me go?” Chad shook his head and whispered back to Catherine, “You haven’t said yes to go for drink with me?” The woman with long hair let out a long breath, glancing annoyed at Chad.

Masters hand dug into my waist, holding me firm on his lap. “Behave” His words rolled through my body, immediately stopping any trace of protest I had left. I tried to focus, to breathe, to keep my head down. Like other pets were doing. but my thoughts kept spiraling, to that moment before we entered. He had almost found out. If his beta hadn’t come when he did... I would have been dead. My eyes quickly darted between the crowd. my stomach twisted as I locked eyes with her… Catherine. She sat near the head table, a clear indication of her rank in the pack. She was dressed in shimmering blood-red velvet, her lips curled into a slow, poisonous smirk.

I swallowed hard and followed Zane’s lead, my hand brushing against his arm as we sat across from her. “Zane,” Catherine began, her voice syrupy but her eyes full of knives. “And the mistress.” My jaw clenched. Zane’s hand slid over mine, a silent warning to stay calm. “Catherine,” he said evenly, “you wanted to speak with us.” Her gaze cut to me. “I wanted to see for myself the little parasite clinging to my son’s marriage. Tell me, Amara, how does it feel to ruin the most sacred vow a woman can make?”

She took my hand, “Mel, she’s a pack member too, it may be too much if I’m here and so is she.” I looked at Dominick, “who is she?” He set Nicholas in his playpen, “Catherine the baker, I’m sure she has no idea about Carla but I’ll find out, I need to see her today, tell her about Charles being in a cell and why, she pregnant and can’t reject him in that condition, too risky for the pup.”

In Skyview City's social battlefield, showing reaction was admitting defeat. Unexpectedly, Catherine materialized beside the gossiping women, sliding gracefully into their circle with the precision of a shark scenting blood. "What fascinating conversation are we having, ladies?" Her smile was dazzling and deadly. "Oh, Mrs. Miller, my mother wanted me to tell you she can't help with your inquiry about my uncle's marriage prospects. It's not her decision to make." She paused deliberately. "And Mrs. Parker, did you receive the health supplements my grandfather returned? About my uncle's marriage—even my grandfather can't influence his choice."